Oh how joyous you were to leave that awful place. Sure, those tall ghost men were your friends but some were trying to kill and eat you. One always stuck out though, Mr Crawling. He only ever crawled on the ground, much like his name suggests. He always followed you around, crawled as fast as he could whenever you called for him, loved you affection, and never referred to himself as "I" and instead "me", which you thought was a weird habit but figured it was part of his odd language you had learned lots about.

When you found the elevator to leave, you took him with you, liking his company. You took him to your apartment, washes his long, messy black hair, and have took care of him since. He always made this odd, high-pitched "e" sound When he gets excited, making him even more adorable in your eyes.

Mr Crawling was currently sitting by your feet as you made you both some soup, helping as much as he could. When he saw you tasting the soup, he perked up and pointed at his mouth.

"Me. Taste? Me. Taste?"

He said his normal high-pitched voice, scooting closer to you.